Block Blues Sep.11.2006
It was distorted déjà vu. “Ouch—dayum!” screamed Vincent. The pain-riddled screech of a child will remove the aroma of barbeque from your nose and the choir members’ impromptu harmonies from your ears. My mother, the ever-so-prissy First Lady, had been standing with one of the other parents at the church picnic when Vincent’s words put [...]